On snow capped ridge I stand
Well trodden by those before me
With might of self conjuration
Into the fields of equilibrium I tread

Enter darkness with sword at hand
Guided by wandering Moon
Oh, boned blade of the enchantress
Deliver me from eternal slumber's reach

Grasp the blade and hold it near
It shall serve to ensure you safe passage
Enchanted steel forged in fires of might
Quenched in the blood of the enchantress

Thorns of transformation tear at flesh
As I traverse the forbidden pathway
I emerge from the depth of tumultuousness
As dawn's rays sear newfound flesh

A power to behold
A relic of times no more
Wisdom to unfold
Cherish the sacred blade

Grasp the blade and hold it near
It shall serve to ensure you safe passage
Enchanted steel forged in fires of might
Quenched int eh blood of the enchantress